I am happily married, but I have never seen anything as beautiful as her. When the hot, emotional tear swelled from her eyes and rolled across her walnut skin I was enchanted. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, but when I saw the beauty of such natural and raw emotion I wanted nothing more than to take her into my arms and kiss her eyes and cheeks. I wanted so badly to press her to me, feeling her sob in my comforting arms. Instead I clumsily caught her tears with my chubby fingers and brushed the stray hairs from her face. I guess this could be called motherly instinct, but she is older than I and it just feels so different. I try not to give away my feelings and calmly wish her goodnight when it is time for her to go, but as she leaves I can’t help but wonder if she is thinking the same thing too.
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